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Purcy Flaherty Oct 2018
I'm so lonely; all alone in my bed,
I don't recall all the things that you said,
but I dream of you all night long and I'm singing this crazy love song, Oh honey won't you give me ~
Won't you give me your love;
under the stars above.

Fold your arms around me,
and squeeze me tight.
we'll dream together;
all through the night.

And I won't be lonely; all alone in our bed,
And I'll recall all the things that you said,
and I'll dream of you; all night long
wake up singing this crazy love song.
Oh come on honey won't you give me ~
won't give me your love? under the stars above!
Under estimates falling in love
Jolly, swing blues in C
Purcy Flaherty Oct 2018
The blues is the frank truth,
You have to believe that it's a force for good,
I've lived every word!
singing about what I know,
3 chords and I'm begging for our freedom.
The honest truth; spoken plainly,
just to let you know.
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I've a dark soul always hungry for change!
What does my blues come from...
Purcy Flaherty Oct 2018
Oatcakes make great bikinis they're all the rage back home.

You can rap up your eggs and bacon; fill them with sausage and beans.

They're baked on a griddle or backstone; made from oats, flour and yeast.

You can wear them like potters bikinis or munch on a toasty cheese feast!

Staffordshire oatcakes
Purcy Flaherty Sep 2018
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A kiss says it all !
Kiss, truth, love
Purcy Flaherty Sep 2018
Give yourself a minute.
Give yourself a minute!
Purcy Flaherty Sep 2018
My estimation is that every human is primarily in the pursuit of love.
and that most of us are worthy; and that it's value stretches way; way beyond the boundaries of the economic machine.
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Love is priceless!
~
Yet we choose to live in a material world that suppresses love; and we call this sensible.
Every one is in pursuit of love;
You can't buy love with coin
Purcy Flaherty Sep 2018
The evening breeze,
the rhythm of the trees,
the song of love,
the honey bees,
I climb back under the covers
and dream of traveling horses,
starry skies, valleys and plains;
from which the mountains rise.
I keep my feet upon the ground.
She keeps her eyes upon the road.
Our souls, wild and fertile, roaming with desire,
Our souls, wild and fertile, roaming with desire,
but love ?
In that she is replete;
traveling from A to Z.
and i'm happy for her.
Gypsy, travelers,  Romanys,  New age travellers,  troubadours Pixies
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